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So, I’m imaginin this joint—velvet curtains, smoky haze, girls laughin like they own the night. Reminds me of that line, “You’re a soldier, not a monk.” Ain’t that the truth here? These ladies, they’re warriors, runnin their game, dodgin cops an’ creeps. I’d tip my hat—if I wore one. Once heard bout this brothel in Nevada, legal an’ all, where they had a parrot that cursed in Spanish. Freakin hilarious—squawkin “puta” at the johns! Swear, I’d pay just to see that.

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Oh, and the parks, gee whiz – there’s the sunny Park der Erinnerungen. I sit there and let my mind wander, thinking about old times, like "Boyhood" moments – “I'm building a castle, boy!” (Heh, just a line I riffed off a scene, you know?) You might see me tear up in the park sometimes, deep counseling vibes, heartfelt whispers... and I might mumble, "I feel, uh, like a tree, growing every day," then giggle like Mr. Bean doing his silly dances!

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